Brain Mush

Yes. I really did title this post "Brain Mush". These kinds of things happen when your brain is tired and feels mushy.

I'm not sure why I am so tired and wanting to find some quiet, child-free pla... Oh, wait! I guess I do know.

I wasn't meant to home school. It's not a anti-home school thing at all. It's just that I know I was not made to be a home schooling mom. My sister? Totally made for it. She has a grasp of what she needs to be teaching and makes it happen. I, at this point, feel like a weight that is just dragging her down. I am not confident to say "oh sure, I'd love to teach grammar today!" - I mean - you have been reading my blog, right? Math? Ha! I was lucky to get passing grades through high school. I am so thankful for her amazing willingness to help.

Brain Mush doesn't really help that matter.

This is such a strange feeling. I totally have things I want to write about. I know I do. For the life of me though I can't think of a single thing! I lay in bed at night (located in the middle of the living room, on a hide-a-bed. Seriously, you people who know us - me
+ Jon in a sofa bed.) thinking of all kinds of things to write about. Do I get up and write it down? Heck no! That would make sense. It would also mean walking across cold tile with bare feet... so we know how unlikely that is. I really need to get more on it.

Maybe I'll just wake Jon up and ask him to remind me in the morning.

I would also just like to take a moment and point out that it's been in the 70's here. It's been spitting snow and stuff in Clarksville. Ha!

What to write?

I guess I'm just not inspired. I think of things to talk about, but don't seem to have enough energy to do justice by it. I could be talking about our family getting to be a part of Operation Serve, our nephews wedding or getting to see our friends and their 2 kids for the first time in over 3 years.

Our focus at this point is on our middle son. He is sad. He has been sad for months. He has the most amazing, mischievous smile and I haven't seen it in what seems like forever. That is not right for a 5 year old little boy.

We are trying to decide what would be best for him. Little boys should be bundles of energy, playing and having fun. Not crying about school, feeling like a failure, and saying that reading isn't fun. Luc is smart little boy with a huge heart. He deserves better than that.

Parenting is not for the faint of heart.